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Arya

           Ahugeslabofrock,redinthetorchlight,sliddownoutoftheceilingwitharesoundingcrashthatalmostmadehercryout.Wheretheentrytothewellhadbeenwasnothingbutstone,solidandunbroken.

           "Ifhedoesnotbestirhimselfsoon,itmaybetoolate,"thestoutmaninthesteelcapsaid."Thisisnolongeragamefortwoplayers,ifeveritwas.StannisBaratheonandLysaArrynhavefledbeyondmyreach,andthewhisperssaytheyaregatheringswordsaroundthem.TheKnightofFlowerswritesHighgarden,urginghislordfathertosendhissistertocourt.Thegirlisamaidoffourteen,sweetandbeautifulandtractable,andLordRenlyandSerLorasintendthatRobertshouldbedher,wedher,andmakeanewqueen.Littlefinger...thegodsonlyknowwhatgameLittlefingerisplaying.YetLordStark’stheonewhotroublesmysleep.Hehasthebastard,hehasthebook,andsoonenoughhe’llhavethetruth.AndnowhiswifehasabductedTyrionLannister,thankstoLittlefinger’smeddling.LordTywinwilltakethatforanoutrage,andJaimehasaqueeraffectionfortheImp.IftheLannistersmovenorth,thatwillbringtheTullysinaswell.Delay,yousay.Makehaste,Ireply.Eventhefinestofjugglerscannotkeepahundredballsintheairforever."

           "Youaremorethanajuggler,oldfriend.Youareatruesorcerer.AllIaskisthatyouworkyourmagicawhilelonger."TheystarteddownthehallinthedirectionAryahadcome,pasttheroomwiththemonsters.

           "WhatIcando,Iwill,"theonewiththetorchsaidsoftly.

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